Tuesday, March 24, 2009

if my cat could blog

11:30 AM: Eat. This is, as you all are well aware, quite exhausting, so I think I need another nap so as to not over-exert myself.

12:30 PM: Sleep

1:30 PM: Explore apartment. Lately I've been thinking about Dostoevsky's theory of Extraordinary Man. Was Raskolnikov truly an Extraordinary Man as he imagined, or did the subsequent murdering of his landlady prove that he OOOH SUN PATCH.

1:31 PM: Sleep. In sun patch.

2:30 PM: Sleep.

3:30 PM: Eat. Use cat box, making sure to miss half of the cat box, then spread litter in surrounding areas of cat box, then track litter throughout apartment just to get my point across. I am displeased about something, but I forget what.

4:30 PM: Sleep.

5:30 PM: Oh. You're home.

6:30 PM: Papers! I love papers! When you put them in carefully organized piles on the floor they are so very fun to lie on!!

7:30 PM: I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU what are you cooking for dinner by the way?

8:30 PM: I hate you.

9:30 PM: I still hate you.

10:30 PM: Ah, belly rub. I love you NOW I HATE YOU AGAIN.

11:30 PM: Wait, you're going to sleep NOW? But all this STUFF is happening.

Places to go, people to see

you should probably know...

Unless otherwise noted, I took all the pictures on this blog. I happen to think they're slightly decent, so if you want to use one, just go ahead and ask nicely (and promise to give me credit), and I'll probably say yes. Except for the pictures of my mom, because that's just weird.

i am a little church/no great cathedral

If I cannot dance, I want no part in your revolution

words to live by

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. --Nietzsche